Weblog entry:
- T-minus, redux.
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By now, it’s no longer a question of whether you’ll handle it well or not — you’re pretty damn positive you won’t. Sure, you joke with her about stocking up on beer and sad movies, but neither one of you really laughs convincingly. You’ve made plans to hang out tomorrow night, but neither one of you acknowledges the fact that it’s probably the last chance you’ll have to do so before she leaves: you leave for vacation on Friday morning, and she leaves for school the following Monday. So right now, you start pulling CDs out of their cases, and you start making a farewell mix; songs she’d like, not just the songs you’d want her to hear.
Outside, the rain pounds against the air conditioner, each drop sloughing off to the side after it connects.
She leaves a week from today.
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- 04th day of August 2003.
- Filed under Story.
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